Of kingly Saturn and his dauntless son:
And her they sent to Lyctus: to the clime
Of fallow’d Crete. Now when her time was come,
The birth of Jove her youngest-born, vast Earth
Took to herself the mighty babe, to rear
With nurturing softness in the spacious isle
Of Crete. So came she then, transporting him
With the swift shades of night, to Lyctus first:
And thence, upbearing in her arms, conceal’d
Beneath the sacred ground, in sunless cave,